About: I woke early on this morning, after drinking some wine called 'Pure Vision' the night before. I walked on the beach, in the cold morning air, long enough for my hands to go nearly numb. On the way I'd recorded sounds of many birds, and of the rumbling ocean waves. Though the waves here were small, the sound was deep with presence. I photographed many simple, beautiful things - the ochre cliffs, morning gulls reflected in the wet sand, dark clouds hovering, watching, but unthreatening.